The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 4637

Right behind the middle-aged monk, the old temple released a large amount of the power of faith which immediately transformed into a white fog.

The middle-aged monk put his palms together and seriously said to Austin and Julian, "Sirs, I'm afraid you must leave now. Please.

There are only monks and Buddhas in this place. Outsiders like you are not welcome here."

As he spoke, he suddenly emitted a blinding light. Austin and his son felt that every inch of the monk's flesh was glowing. At the same time, the overwhelming Buddhist power shrouded them.

Both Austin and Julian felt that their bodies were sinking as the invisible Buddhist power landed on them.

"As we all know, Buddha himself guides the pre-destined people who are also known as the chosen ones.

But what is the specific criteria to be considered as part of the pre-destined people? How will you know if you are one of the chosen ones?

Are the so-called powerful monks like you the ones who set that standard? Are you the ones who choose who among us will be guided by Buddha?

If you meet people you see eye to eye with, you will regard them as one of the pre-destined people. But if you don't like them or you're not in good terms with them, you would say that they are not the chosen ones.

So, if that were the case, then we all must play by your rules. We must do everything to win your favors and prove to you that we should be part of the so-called chosen ones.

But people who fail to win your favor will never ever have access to this place.

If you don't like a certain person even though he believes in Buddhism,

you will never let him enter this place, will you?"

Austin retorted back at the monk.

Hearing Austin's sharp words, the middle-aged monk fell completely silent.

After a while, he finally opened his mouth to speak.

"There is absolutely no standard for the chosen ones since everything is already written in the stars. If we meet the pre-destined people, we will definitely give him guidance.

After all, Buddha will always guide the pre-destined people—the chosen ones," he carefully replied.

"Humph! In the end, you still decide whether we are part of the chosen people or not.

That's completely ridiculous.

Besides that, I often heard that Buddha could free people from their misery.

Tell me, who exactly could be saved?"

Austin asked again with a sneer.

"Sir, you are highly intelligent and eloquent. And I can also sense that you are powerful and strong.

So, it's really a shame that you are not one of the chosen people. Please leave now,"

the middle-aged monk said with a disappointed sigh.

"Humph! You're really just talking nonsense, so stop it.

We are all equal in Buddha's eyes, and anyone with Buddha's nature must have a fair chance to become a real Buddha.

There is no difference between us in Buddha's eyes. You're the only one here who has prejudices. You have absolutely no right to get in my way.

So, just go away!" Austin shouted at him.

His face immediately darkened since he was already getting angrier by the minute.

The middle-aged monk was extremely surprised to hear that. He was also taken aback by Austin's sudden display of what seemed like anger or rage.

After what seemed like a long time, he put his palms together and said, "Amitabha!

Sir, I must say that you are too arrogant and stubborn. You got Buddhism all wrong.

This is an especially important place for Buddhism. So, I'm asking you once again to please leave now."

"What if I insist on breaking in? What will you do, huh?"

Austin finally lost his patience and didn't want to talk more nonsense with this middle-aged monk.

He finally took a step forward, and a blade immediately flew out of his body.

The blade emitted a dazzling radiance and was aimed at the monk.

"Ah! Amitabha!

Has it really come to that? Well, that's too bad," the middle-aged monk said as he shook his head, looking disappointed.

Then, he suddenly raised his head and two beams of dazzling light suddenly shot out from his eyes.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sky violently shook, and then the Sumeru Mountain released the tremendous power of faith that soared into the sky. In a blink of an eye, it transformed into tens of thousands of silver ribbons that hung down.